a loner's anathema
yesterday was grade-distribution day and i got to school late enough to miss out on five out of six course cards. it bugged me so much that i made an enormous effort of dragging my butt up to school only to find out that i'd be bringing home only a tenth of the bacon-and uncooked at that; but as with everything in this world, any inconvenience can be curbed to one's advantage.
to sum things up: arriving sometime around 11 a.m. and realizing you still have to wait for four more hours before the next appointment plus summer heat plus not having any friends in school (school acquaintances, an exception) translates to hell. having not much to do, i tried the library but found later on that it was as clear of people as the sky is of clouds outside; translation: no cute people around to stalk.
having found that out, i resolved to go to a nearby cafe to check if the grades are already posted online. it didn't take long for me to notice that my course of action was a hard bargain: i opted to stay in a packed and noisy net cafe than stay in the deserted library. the checking of grades didn't take more than a minute so i was at a complete loss of what to do next. that's when i accidentally clicked on the View Clearance section of the site that i saw an assembly of big red words transformed into a sentence of utter coherence it almost appeared naked and mocking to my eyes: You are cleared. thus,
i have in my school records no traces of mischief or anything to remind the world that i actually go to that dungeonish university. i haven't any close friends to serve as witnesses to my existence in that place. everything in me recoiled at the thought that i am no different from the ghosts that supposedly walk the school hallways and classrooms; in fact, i am a ghost! i'd be one of those students who'd just drift in and out of school until graduation day without leaving so much as a "Joeben ♥ *beep*" on one of the thousands of armchairs. mental note: do something stupid next term to know what it's like to be sent to the discipline office. i know it sounds ridiculous but it's one of my fervent college wishes, an offspring of curiosity as well.
to be sure, i'd have a clean record behind but it's like high school all over again. if truth be told, it's worse than high school. my entire college life's spent in three schools already but so far, this is the worst i've been to (minus the library and the other facilites). by school i don't mean the establishment per se because admittedly, every school has got its own pros and cons. my laments lie with the painfully conventional methods employed by the academe, my increasing dissatisfaction with the trivialities that inexorably find its way into the class discussions, unnoticed (philosophy class excluded); and of course, there're the students who are agonizingly remote from the shores of maturity, their lives propped up by constantly mooching off their parents' wallets and not in the very least ashamed of it.
anyway, what right have i to say things with regard to this matter? who am i to influence? -do i even have anyone to influence? a ghost can't do much. this is De La Salle University, after all.
P.S. timi, i am so loving the mix-cd you gave me! it took me a while to realize i've heard Playground Love before from The Virgin Suicides. current mode: addicted to Sufjan Stevens' Casimir Pulaski Day and The Fairways' Don't Call Me Dear. i'm sorry my taste in music isn't anywhere near yours and what i gave you was mediocre. xp
happy 21st birthday noey! one more minute and i'm supposed to add belated.^^
to sum things up: arriving sometime around 11 a.m. and realizing you still have to wait for four more hours before the next appointment plus summer heat plus not having any friends in school (school acquaintances, an exception) translates to hell. having not much to do, i tried the library but found later on that it was as clear of people as the sky is of clouds outside; translation: no cute people around to stalk.
having found that out, i resolved to go to a nearby cafe to check if the grades are already posted online. it didn't take long for me to notice that my course of action was a hard bargain: i opted to stay in a packed and noisy net cafe than stay in the deserted library. the checking of grades didn't take more than a minute so i was at a complete loss of what to do next. that's when i accidentally clicked on the View Clearance section of the site that i saw an assembly of big red words transformed into a sentence of utter coherence it almost appeared naked and mocking to my eyes: You are cleared. thus,
i have in my school records no traces of mischief or anything to remind the world that i actually go to that dungeonish university. i haven't any close friends to serve as witnesses to my existence in that place. everything in me recoiled at the thought that i am no different from the ghosts that supposedly walk the school hallways and classrooms; in fact, i am a ghost! i'd be one of those students who'd just drift in and out of school until graduation day without leaving so much as a "Joeben ♥ *beep*" on one of the thousands of armchairs. mental note: do something stupid next term to know what it's like to be sent to the discipline office. i know it sounds ridiculous but it's one of my fervent college wishes, an offspring of curiosity as well.
to be sure, i'd have a clean record behind but it's like high school all over again. if truth be told, it's worse than high school. my entire college life's spent in three schools already but so far, this is the worst i've been to (minus the library and the other facilites). by school i don't mean the establishment per se because admittedly, every school has got its own pros and cons. my laments lie with the painfully conventional methods employed by the academe, my increasing dissatisfaction with the trivialities that inexorably find its way into the class discussions, unnoticed (philosophy class excluded); and of course, there're the students who are agonizingly remote from the shores of maturity, their lives propped up by constantly mooching off their parents' wallets and not in the very least ashamed of it.
anyway, what right have i to say things with regard to this matter? who am i to influence? -do i even have anyone to influence? a ghost can't do much. this is De La Salle University, after all.
P.S. timi, i am so loving the mix-cd you gave me! it took me a while to realize i've heard Playground Love before from The Virgin Suicides. current mode: addicted to Sufjan Stevens' Casimir Pulaski Day and The Fairways' Don't Call Me Dear. i'm sorry my taste in music isn't anywhere near yours and what i gave you was mediocre. xp
happy 21st birthday noey! one more minute and i'm supposed to add belated.^^